Stay Beneath Him (INCOMPLETE) (Levi x Reader Fanfiction)

57: Twenty Five

  The silence of the car ride was deafening, agonizing your soul with terror that heightened as you neared his apartment. You wanted to cry out, to beg Levi to tell you what he was planning. The anticipation was ruthless and your psyche was deteriorating with every passing moment. 

  In his apartment, you stayed at the entrance and anxiously waited for his next words. 

  "Shoes off." His first command was short, but jolting. No time was wasted obeying him, hoping that compliance would ease his sternness. "Phone." He held out his hand. You took out the device and placed it in his hand, then watched him shut it down before leaving it on the kitchen counter. "Bedroom," he said next.

  Shit. I'm so fucking screwed. Even during your period of abuse from him, he had never operated with such silent rage. It was as though he knew he didn't need to lash out, instead saving his fury for the moment you were to be his victim once again. 

  You went to the bedroom, Levi following behind like a stalking predator. Your legs were already trembling, weakening your steps and exposing your fright. Inside, you stayed in the center of the floor while Levi circled around you. 

  He first went to the closet, doffing his blazer and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt. He then sat at the foot of the bed, rolling up his sleeves.

  "Bend over my lap."

  You froze. "N-no."

  "Don't make me force you." 

  "Levi, please-"

  "Now, (y/n)." 

  You couldn't get a word in, left with no choice but to give in and comply. Your feet carried you with hesitant steps, nearing the terrifying beast that was prepared to hurt. Bending over his thighs, your body tensed up as your ass was forcibly perked up for him to see. 

  "Before we begin, let's go over why you're being punished." Levi rested a hand on your upper thigh. 

  "I already know." You hid your face in the sheets. 

  "Tell me what you did. You'll never learn if you don't reflect on your actions."

  "I...I made fun of you behind your back."

  "No, don't give a weak answer. Start to finish. Recall everything you did to deserve what's about to happen."

  You groaned, hating the psychological torment that stemmed from his methodical buildup. "I told stories about your height." You were already expecting a strike due to your first confession alone, but none came. "I talked about your struggle on the airplane, and how you don't use a lectern. I...I said how you need me around just because I'm taller." 

  His hand slid up to your ass, grazing the area he hadn't explored much before. 

  "U-um, I mentioned how you make up for it with strength." You let the words out in hopes it would sway his hatred.

  "How sweet of you," he scoffed. "And you told these things to 24 of my students?"

  "Yes." You tried to think of add-ons to weaken the severity of the event, but none came to mind.

  "24 students heard you insult me, and not one stopped the conversation. I'm sure a few even joined in."

  "Just a few." You gripped the sheets in suspense. 

  "You're all to blame, frankly. But you already said you'd take on their faults and be punished for them, right?"

  "R-right."